Limerence

Chapter nineteen

George woke up later than usual. He was a little groggy and he felt his swollen eyes hurt with the light coming out of his window.

He remember what happened the night before and realized that Clay wasn't holding him anymore.

He looked around, finding a note on his pillow.

Darling

I'm sorry I had to go, but I need to do some stuff. Go get breakfast and relax. You don't have to work today.

- Clay

George smiled at the note, feeling stupid for becoming so dependent of a prince he used to hate.

He went to his bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He tried to get his eyelids to unswell so people didn't know he had been crying.

He was worried that his friends were going to ask him what had happened the night before. But he was scared of how The Prince would react. He didn't know what he was going to tell him

He then chose his outfit for the day, realizing that he was still wearing the same clothes he wore in the ball. He felt disgusting. He took a quick shower and put the clothes on.

He was combing his hair when a knock on the door teared his attention to the sound. He opened the door to see his friend Dave.

"Hey George." the pink-haired man greeted.

"Dave. Come in." the answered with a smile, moving so that his friend could enter his room. When they were both inside he closed the wooden structure before asking. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check on you. You seemed pretty upset yesterday." his friend stated, turning around to look at George.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't feeling well. But I'm good now."

"I tried to kick him out," Dave mentioned, referring to Dream. "but that bastard slipped away. I couldn't find him."

Because he was here. George wanted to say.

"Don't worry, it's fine."

An awkward silence surrounded the room, thing that George found weird because they always had something to talk about.

"George, I don't know if The Prince told you, but something happened when you left the ball."

"What is it?"

"He's getting married."

What?

"What?" he inquired incredulously.

"Look George, I don't what's going on between you two and I honestly don't  care. But I care about you, so please be careful." he paused for a moment before continuing. "I'm sure he is really nice to you and everything, and I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But he's not good for you. I'm sure you don't want to be someone's mistress."

Dave's words pierced his soul, but George knew he was right.

Still that wasn't something he wanted to talk yo him. In fact, he didn't want to talk to anyone about that.

"Thank you, Dave. I'll keep that in mind, but right now I have to go."

"George, I didn't mean to—"

"I know. I'm not mad, really. I appreciate that you came by to tell me, but I need to be alone right now. It's... to much to digest in one."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

Dave left the room leaving George alone with his thoughts.

I love you, The Prince had told him the night before thinking George was asleep.